The bleaches are stacked with students, friends and families.
The girls will be playing their second game of the season and I couldn't be happier to watch my girl school these Kentwood girls.
Kentwood High is our school's second rival, Ridgewood being our school's number one rival. I honestly don't remember why Crenshaw and Kentwood don't get along, but I do know the rival between the two schools doesn't go as far back as with Crenshaw and Ridgewood.
I'm not scared. Not even in the slightest because I know we'll win. Kentwood might just hate us out of pure jealousy because their school has never stood a chance against us, not even when our girls team sucked, but then again I could be wrong.
I watch as Veronica, Tanya and Andrea play around, passing the ball to each other while the rest of the team is scattered around the field in small groups.
If there's one nice thing I realized about Andrea it would be how different she is on the field. She doesn't come across as a bitch, but she does have a temper. Last time I watched them play, while Veronica was taking a beating on the field, Andrea almost gave several girls a beating.
Luckily, though, she didn't.
Veronica and Andrea walks over to us sitting on the bleachers and Veronica grabs her water bottle.
Shoving my phone in my pocket, I grab her by the waist and pull her towards me so that she's standing between my legs, my hands trailing up her legs and under her shorts, holding the back of her thighs.
"Are you guys ready?" Matt asks and Veronica smirks down at him. "Forget I asked." He laughs, shaking his head.
"I am though." She say, causing the rest of us to chuckle. "Are you ready, Mr. Camera Man?" Veronica asks.
Matt pulls out a black Canon camera that looks like something a professional would use and puts it around his neck, letting the camera hang.
"Always am, Player." He winks, patting the camera hanging around his neck.
"Why do you always record your practices and games?" River asks, his head tilted to the side.
"She has two Instagram accounts. A personal one and one just for soccer." Andrea answers from her seat on her boyfriend's lap.
"Why have two separate accounts when you could just have one and split it into two?" Zayn asks and I nod in agreement. I mean, that's what I do.
"I didn't have my personal account until sophomore year. Mason made me a soccer account back in eighth grade and has been managing it for me until junior year." Veronica explains.
"That account also has over 4.5 million followers and it's verified." Matt adds on and my eyes widen in complete shock while Zayn starts choking on his own saliva.
"What? How?!" Zayn exclaims, banging on his chest to help with the coughing and Veronica shrugs.
Veronica tosses her water bottle in her bag on the floor by our feet so I pull her down on my lap. The two of us are wrapped up in our own little bubble, ignoring our friends beside us. With my arms around her waist and hers around my neck, I pull her closer and she buries her face in the crook of my neck.
"You better wear my jersey tonight." I whisper in her ear and she shivers, making me smirk.
"I won't say no, but you aren't getting it back though." She murmurs against my neck and this time I'm the one that shivers.
I tighten my arms around her waist. "It's all yours, baby."
"Good." She murmurs against my neck once again and I shut my eyes. Her warm breath hitting against my neck sends a chill down my spine and causing a little movement down south. She presses a kiss to my neck and I shiver, tightening my arms around her waist.
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